"I'm who? What's the reason for my real exsistence?"
Sometimes I always wonder about that.
And it makes me overthinkin' all the time.
Even though I think 'till I'm going crazy, I don't find the answer I want.
We're all different in our own way, but why do they make us to be someone?
Just because we're not as good as 'em, they suppress us to look the same as 'em.
They expect perfection... so it makes me feel like I'm losing myself.
I became unsure of what I had, I got stressed.
I got a lot of anxiety inside me that's endless.
And when I was looking at myself, I'm not me.... who am I?
I look like a monster that lost itself.